☆﹔sairuma brainrot .

﹫ 𝙖𝙗𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙢𝙚︰☆꒰꒰

online, i go by either mxiu or teruhashi

she/her, cishet girl

native spanish + fluent in english + studying japanese (looking forward to mastering japanese + learning more languages)

local shuichi lover and smartass wannabe

passionate about japanese and mexican history/culture

fanfic writer, trying to get back to drawing and poetry

﹫ 𝗮𝗯𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗯𝗹𝗼𝗴︰☆꒰꒰

this blog was made to promote my fanfics, which i post on ao3, share some other bits of my writing (generally fluffy <2k words mini oneshots, works for other fandoms and/or ships that won't be posted on ao3, occasionally poems) and maybe probably talk with other people and writers

i will mostly write about my otp: saihara shuichi / iruma miu (sairuma)

if there's any prompt/idea/suggestion that you'd like me to write or talk about, feel free to suggest it, i don't (tend to) bite !!!

﹫ 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐢 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞︰☆꒰꒰

games - danganronpa, fran bow, sally face, euphoria, hundred line, rain code, ddlc, little missfortune, dead plate, corpse party, ena bbq, lacey flash games, mad father, misao, yume nikki, the witch's house, ib, milk inside a bag of milk inside a bag of milk + milk outside a bag of milk, omori

series/movies - (almost) every japanese movie you can find in effedupmovies, hannibal, pucca, saiki k, the end of the f***ing world, fear street movies, assassination classroom, ousama game, battle royale, another, panty and stocking

music - midori, heathers, hamilton, ayesha erotica, six the musical, atarashii gakko, phantom siita, caramel candid, the smiths, mitski, takayan, sayaka kanda, vocaloid, ushiroyubi sasaregumi, akb48, onyanko club, 35mm, epic the musical, cabaret

and also some illustrations i commissioned for this fic !!! hopefully this will be finished and up this year, since i want it to be quite lengthy ^^

Even though Miu has rude nicknames for Shuichi like Pooichi, Kusaihara, Sherlock homo, etc... She also calls him cutesy things, like Chuu-ichi ("chuu" as in a kiss, get it?) from time to time.

When Shuichi wins a plushie, a trinket or so from a gachapon or a similar machine, he tends to gift it to Miu.

If one overworks themselves, the other will make them have a whole afternoon to just cuddle, watch their favorite tv show/movie, eat some light food... basically just an afternoon to calm down and pass some time with their beloved.

Rainy night? They'll probably be having a(n almost quiet) walk in some nearby park. Shuichi finds light rain calming and enjoyable, Miu loves being alone with Shuichi.

Miu is really clingy, you'll regularly see her wanting to hug Shuichi, hold his hand, kiss his cheek. Anything.

Shuichi is way too flustered or shy about it at first, but he warms up to it with time.

Miu likes feeling Shuichi's weight on her when sleeping or laying down. It reminds her that he is actually with her. Feeling his warmth, his touch, his body against hers, it's just so wonderful...

Both of them get really flustered when receiving a gift. Like "omg this reminded you of me? aswhwjdhajdj how cute iwannacrynowww iloveyousomuchhh" type shit.

Miu invents little gadgets for Shuichi, hoping that at least one of them will end up helping him when doing detective stuff.

Shuichi reads to Miu. Children's stories, his mistery novels, poems... She rests her head on his lap and closes her eyes, focusing on his voice and his voice alone.

None of them are remarkably good at cooking, but they'll try and make some recipe they found on the internet or a cookbook. The kitchen always ends in disaster, but the final product is almost always worth it.

In class trials, they intertwine pinkies under the podiums(?) (never really knew what those things were called srry)

instructions: redact a paragraph of at least 10 sentences describing how two people met. mention the place where the action took place; what was happening, what could be heard, what could be smelled, what the characters were thinking at that moment.

₊✩‧₊˚౨ৎ˚₊✩‧₊ English

Everything reeked of dust and sand. But, to be honest, that's the least of someone's worries after almost getting crushed by such big rack -a metal one, to be more specific- and surviving by sheer luck. It was inevitable to cough and feeling the need to shake the dirt off my clothes. That's when I heard it, another voice coughing -even more than me- thanks to the dust in the air. Were they also roaming around here? Thinking of it... the chances of someone getting into this... building... place... warehouse(?) out of luck were minimal. Was I being followed? With my heart running up my throat, I turned around until I met the owner of that voice. A blonde, blue-eyed and wavy-haired girl. She must be a foreigner, no one here could have both fear and resilience in their gaze at the same time. The only thing I can do now is to approach her and ask if she's not hurt, right?

₊✩‧₊˚౨ৎ˚₊✩‧₊ Spanish (original)